"When it came time for us to do our kiss, at first Kim Hunter and I felt
appropriately awkward. But after a couple of takes we both started to get
comfortable. By the end of the scene, I was completely into it  Cornelius
be damned if two grips and a 2nd AC didn't have to pry me off that freaky
little she-chimp, which wasn't easy, because believe me, I was had a major vise-grip on two big, BIG handfuls of prime ape BOOTY.

"This is MY house, haters! I want to hit it and quit it, damn YOU!

"They tell me I roared like the MGM lion as a small army of union goons
dragged me back to my cage. Frank Schaffner just shook his head. It was a strange time. That was the day I gave up menthol Kools double-dipped in angel dust and got hooked on the biker crank my wife was peddling in the gay bars near Camp Pendleton."

 From the "Heston: Stuff I Wrote In My Journal," a widely discredited
forgery available only in Europe.